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 Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:26 pm
An old man from scene twenty-four stands at the entrance of the bridge, blocking it off completely. The sign, about a klick away, reads:
'Those who dare cross the bridge must answer three questions in order to pass. If thou fails a question, thou is tossed into the dark abyss below, where thou shall die a painful death. Thy soul will be devoured by the gods, and thou will perish among the demons. Will thou pass?'
The old man holds a cane and seems feeble, awaiting for a traveler to approach him to pass.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:51 am
Moonclaw1 stood a few feet from the old, frowning at the sign. It wasn't that she wanted to die...it was just that she had to get across the bridge. So gathering any courage she had, she approached the old man.
"I would like to pass please."
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:56 pm
The old man held his hand up, signaling for the girl to stop moving instantly. He smiled, his sharp and not-so-clean teeth showing and shining in a yellow glow.
"Stop! Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see!"
He awaited the girl's answer, to see if she would answer the according questions.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 5:48 am
Moonclaw1 stopped and looked at the old man, but when she saw his teeth, she looked away slightly, staring at the air behind the old man's head.
"Alright, sir, what might your three questions be?" she asked, sliding her hands into her pockets.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:00 pm
The old man from scene twenty-four grinned once again, his british accent such a horrible one that it might burn one's brain into mush that would pour out of his ears.
His eyes twinkled with a bit of magic as he spoke, "What... Is your name?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:18 am
Moonclaw1 blinked. 'What type of question is that?' she wondered ,but smiling, she answered the question with confidence.
"Moonclaw1."
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:54 pm
The old man grinned, his first question answered completely. He looked at the girl with great determination for her demise withen the black orbs that one could call his eyes. It was unsure if he was even human to an extent.
"What... Is your quest?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 5:34 am
At this question Moonclaw1 smirked and pushed a few loose, white hairs behind her ear.
"My quest is my own, but if you must know, I am in search of a friend." she replied, her blue eyes shining. 'Only one more question to go.' she thought, rather surprised at how easy it has been.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:36 pm
The final question approached, and he grinned.
"What... Is your favorite color?!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 6:11 pm
Moonclaw1 smiled with confidence. "Blue." she said, glad that she had gotten though the questions.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 10:50 pm
The old's man expression changed to an angry one. His eyes glinted with horror as a magic aura grew from them, and covered his body entirely. The ground beneath him shook as he grinned and raised his arms. The bridge began to look as if it would collaspe.
The mood had changed, and the man pointed at Moonclaw1.
"Alrighty, off you go." He said happily, as everything returned to normal in an instant. He stepped to the side to let her pass, and awaited for a new 'victim' to arrive.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 5:36 pm
Moonclaw1 walked forward and stopped on the edge of the bridge, and looked down. Gulping, she glanced at the old man, a little weired out, but she grinned at him.
"Thanks." she said as she stepped on to the bridge and started to walk slowly across.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 9:15 pm
[[*waits for next person*]]
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:45 am
Moving threw the shadows she appeared in front of the bridge, and glared a bit. "I wish to pass to the other side of the bridge." She mumbled lowly. Her name, Shadows Requim, her quest was to be yet known, and as anyone could see she was wearing pure black, not to mention. She didn't look like she was in a good mood.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:49 am
The old man looked at her. His eyes began to glow as they had with Moonclaw1, and he revealed his yellow teeth so that his lips could form into a grin under his rugged, grey beard.
"Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see!"
He laughed.
"What... Is your name?"
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